"Now that's more like it. You know, I always wanted to make enough money for them to come to clean my house every day. Who knew we could have them out here on the line?" One of the soldiers laughed before the head chef began shouting at them.
"Enough horsing around, you lot. The shift change is in fifteen minutes. Finish your meals and get out. You girls, get to work on the dishes."
The five prisoners quickly stopped admiring their warm new outfits and got back to work while the head chef came to talk to Wolfe.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
"Immensely." He agreed.
"They're good girls, and I know you're already going easier on them than most would, but I think they're giving up already. I would rather not have to bury them if you know what I mean."
"I guess letting them just go through the daily routine wasn't enough?" Wolfe asked.